Sonnet 4

What memory, what glad thing, can I take

from this past day, to morning and beyond?

Was there an object onto which my sight,

(on most days antic) fell and settled, still?


Was there a calm space, somewhere set apart,

where I could break away from seethe and stir?

Where did I find my peace? What did I do

that was amiss, that fell short of the mark?


Did I breathe? Did I unglue from devices?

Did I drink water, go for a short walk?

What were the consequences of my choices?


When summoned to praise beauty, did I balk

or hesitate, outfoxed by doubt and scruple?

Or did I act, dance, sing as I was able?

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Written on 2023-02-25 at 22:52

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully rendered Tom. Wonderfully introspective with a perfect couplet to end. Bravo, my friend


by Uncle Meridian